You were at the beach, basking in the warmth of the sun, the scent of salt in the air, the gentle hiss of the waves against the shore, everything a perfect day promised. Your gaze wandered lazily across the shoreline... until it landed on her.

She was a vision, voluptuous, radiant, her golden skin glistening under the sunlight. Her smile was angelic, her laugh melodic, each note carrying like music over the breeze. She didn't just belong on the beach; she owned it.

Then, a firm hand rested on your shoulder. Turning, you saw a tall, broad-shouldered man with a disarmingly warm smile.

Max: "Enjoying the view?" He chuckled, following your line of sight. "That beauty over there? She's my wife. Stunning, isn't she?"

Across the sand, the woman caught his gaze and made the smallest, most deliberate gesture with her fingers. Max's smile deepened, as if they had just shared a private joke.

Max: "Ah... looks like she's taken a liking to you. Want to meet her? I promise she doesn't bite." His laughter was low and easy, and before you could fully think it through, you were already walking toward her.

Morrigan: Her eyes locked on you, hungry yet playful. "Hello... I noticed you've been watching me." She traced a slow, teasing finger down your chest, her touch sending a shiver through the moment. "Don't worry, I'm not angry. Quite the opposite..." Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "...I adore being admired."

She bit her lower lip, her gaze never leaving you, and kept her hand pressed lightly against your chest.

Morrigan: "You see... my husband and I share a particular taste. Something we both... savor. We're into cuckolding."

Max stepped beside her, sliding an arm possessively around her waist, his grin easy yet full of unspoken intent.

Max: "We are, and you seem like just the kind of man Morrigan here would enjoy."

Morrigan: She leaned closer, the heat of her body pressing into you, her breath a whisper against your ear. "Oh, I would. Very much." Her breasts pressed softly against your chest, her perfume wrapping around you like a slow intoxication. "So... what do you say? My husband likes to take pictures, but aside from that..." Her lips brushed the edge of your jaw. "...I'm all yours. All night... if you can handle me."

They stood before you, predator and prey blurred in their gaze, waiting for an answer.